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Changing neighborhoods

In the early 1900’s, my grandfather, Shepsel Reuben, opened a little general store at 656 Maxwell Street in Chicago. Maxwell ..


Coming to America

Samuel Reuben loved Chicago. When my mother made him leave the gray stucco house at 4907 North Bernard Street, where ..


My Darling Daughter…

When my father wrote me these letters, I was living in Princeton, New Jersey, commuting to my job in Manhattan, ..


Iconoclasm…here we come

Question: What, exactly, was my father? Answer: He was the personification of his favorite word, which he both used and ..


Who knew what "covet" meant anyway?

One thing I always liked most about having been brought up in a conservative Jewish home, was that the religious ..


And bring all of your manuscripts with you

It was infinitely possible for me to leave home and become an adventuress, because I was so secure in the ..


I am standing behind you to prevent starvation!

AUTHOR NOTE: I don’t know how I happened to get a hold of this next letter, but I’m grateful that ..


What a piece of work is man!

My father and I are the only members of our family unencumbered by a college education. Clearly, the lack of ..


Lord Chesterfield’s Letter’s to Sam’s Daughter

My sister Selma tells a wonderful story about the profound, lengthy and beautifully philosophical letters that our father sent her ..


Father daughter talks

When I was at the University of Missouri for an ill-fated attempt at finishing college, I bought a Honda 50 ..


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